Tall, hooded Sahalla.
A dozen in total.
Large tall seats and the air- stagnant.
Separated from reality- separated from the beautiful atmosphere just behind them-
Eerie- was possibly the best description.
"Hey, long time no see," Theo said, walking forward.
"It would seem the saints are not with you-" The leader of the twelve began.
Others also pried forward- relaxed.
"Yes, it would seem that way, wouldn't it?" Theo said.
But he still had help and he had his skills.
He wasn't powerless.
The situation might have been a bit too complicated. But he wasn't completely powerless.
And he wasn't completely without a plan either.
"Then why have you returned alone?"
"I don't know. Just had some questions for you."
The twelve in the room did resemble the Fallen however they weren't exactly like them and they didn't possess the same armor or at least the same look in their eyes.
